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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ is sitting up already with his head between his knees while continuing his sobbing. jumps when simon chucks the pillows across the room, letting out a small sound of surprise at the sudden movement.

though the next moment he's scooting away as far as he can from simon, backed up against the headboard like a scared animal would. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ uncharacteristic focus here. ]

So would you?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ tries to not look panicked, because being put on the spot =/= a sanity saver. ]

I-- I don't know.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stares down at his hands, thinking some more. gathers more courage and stares into simon's eyes. ]

You w-wouldn't let that happen.

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ that does the trick. beams. ]

Of course not! You're mine, after all.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ puts a hand to his chin, plotting. ]

But I still need some more defenses in place. Just in case.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ jabs a finger at oliver's face, right between his eyes. ]

If anyone other than me says that you're theirs, if they want you to live with them, or anything else that doesn't have me involved, you will say no.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ some of the confidence wavers at the last part. ]

C-- [ clears throat. ] Could you do that?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ ... ah. conflicted some more. on one hand, he's asking if he could say that while meaning it to the fullest. on the other, he's asking if he could say it in general, right? ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ puts a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat for a moment. doesn't know why it hurts right there, the feeling new and strange.

but he needs to be sure of something because of this. ]

Is t-that an order?

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ he's running on adrenaline, instinct, need . . . desperation? as such, the first round of answer(s) is immediate & furious. ]

Yes!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ stops when the energy wears off, leaving his mind a little bit clearer. he shrinks back, looking small. shakes his head slowly. ]

. . . no. No. Well, not an order, not really.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ looks frustrated. ]

But-- you wouldn't. Otherwise. Would you. [ it was meant to be a question, instead coming out as a statement, more bitter in flavor. ] You wouldn't stay with me. You'd let people steal you away.

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ panics for a second, knowing this is making simon upset. and when simon (anyone) is upset, it's time for oliver to act accordingly. ]

N-no, that's not-!

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ but he stops, giving a hurt look back at him. speaks very clearly this time, shaking his head. ]

... I don't know.

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ snorts. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ looks weirdly amused by this. ]

Yeah. I don't know. Me neither.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ flops back onto the bed again, back once again towards oliver. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ lifts a hand, then puts it back down. lets a long pause pass them by, then says the only thing he knows is true: ]

... I'm sorry.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

Be quiet. I'm going to sleep.

[ shuts his eyes tightly. & then turns on his side to face oliver, opens his arms awkwardly from where he's lying down. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ resorts to a sad pout when he says that, though blinks a few times at the (very sudden) open invitation.

feels his cheeks go warm as he slowly, cautiously lowers himself down. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ all but grabs him immediately, clinging to his warmth. ]

You're mine until you make up your mind. Okay?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ isn't... really used to this, so he stays still. instinct tells him to close his eyes, head sort of tucking itself closer to simon. ]

... yes. I'm yours.

[ a small hand grips a little portion of simon's nightshirt, though he's unsure as to why. ]